Sitting in a hotel in Pendleton, Oregon. On our way to Moab for the race. And guess what - I'm not running it! Think what you may about me, but I have decided that it's not in my best interest to torture myself like that. So I'll be cheering Andrew (and everyone else I'm related to) on from the sidelines.
Eva has been deathly ill the last several days. Yesterday we finally got a diagnosis of her first ear infection and possibly atypical pneumonia, whatever the heck that is. So she's on steroids and antibiotics, and doing much better tonight.
So good, in fact, that she's refusing to fall asleep here, although it's going on 9pm. But I say, what the heck? She can sleep in the car all day tomorrow. And anyway, WE'RE ON VACATION!